COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

Lord, have mercy

(Killa, killa, killa, killa)

Leave your body rottin', lock your soul up in the black abyss (You did good, Slick)

Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows (It's a Smash)

If a pussy want a— (Killa, killa, killa, killa)

I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss

Hold up

Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, (It's North)

Ayy (Eastbloc), ayy

If a pussy want a problem (Grr), I can't help but solve it

For fuckboys I'm a headache, but for bitches I'm a target (Wody-wody)

Extra chrome, retarded, should've been aborted

Dick out like I'm Calvin, 'cause I piss on them regardless (Fuck)

Two-two Perc's, I just started

Four Perc's feelin' gorgeous

Five through nine, all for the gang, and still ain't feelin' nausеous (Wody-wody)

Twenty Perc's I'm talkin' to the dеmons 'round me walkin' (Yeah)

Only got an hour before I'm right back to withdrawin' (Wody-wody)

Catch a opp out joggin', and send 'em on a sky walk (Grr)

Streets ain't for everyone, that's why they made the sidewalk (Wody-wody)

I-I don’t really like to speak, so I just let the ice talk (Woah)

Sippin' on generic sprite, but you know the pint Wock' (Wody-wody)

Bad bitch with a tight twat on my wood like Pine-Sol

Ridin' on some Forgiato's in a fuckin' write-off

What the fuck's a night off? Haters havin' type-offs

Someone check these pussies and make sure they get their Midol

Who they said they with? Uh-uh, bitch, we never heard of you

Think you got them Perc's but it's Naproxen that I'm servin' you (Wody-wody)

I-I-10 in a foreign coupe, probably screamin' fuck the blue (What? Grr)

They askin' what do we do, and I'm like "Well, what didn't we?" (Wody-wody)

Fuck all that civility, psycho shit is still in me (Ahh)

Demons steady temptin' me, I'm reading Second Timothy (Wody-wody)

Three up like the trinity, anti-social tendencies

I-I can't fuck with hoes that be fuckin' up my energy (Wody-wody)

Let me repeat

Tey ain't seein' me, I been steppin' on 'em, it's the G in me

Got me twistin' fingers, reppin' on 'em (Wody-wody), keep a TEC up on 'em

Die for my respect at any moment, bet my life up on it (Bop, bop)

Now I'm flexin' all on my opponents (Wody-wody)

Bitch with daddy issues, love to call me papa

Tatted 762, fell in love with choppers (Wody-wody)

Grey*59 the mafia, they some deal coppers

Should've went to church, but I'm with the pill poppers (Yung Wetto)

Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa

It was always gonna be (Uh), suicide the backup plan—

Wait, wait, wait, woah-oh, ain't that— (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy)

Who the fuck you (Grey), think all these labels shadow banned?

Oh wait, what he mean? (Grey) Decade old industry, Taliban (Wody-wody)

Loose change at my feet, I'll take the stage no backup band

Noose hangs in defeat, and I'm still the same, can't cap the brand

Desert Camo Jeep just to pick up smack from Pakistan

Lurkin' in the deep, big ol' teeth, swim as fast as you can (Wody-wody)

Blacked out in Japan, snort a Xan' mixed with Zatarain's

Switched up, Jackie Chan, I'm the man (Damn), across the land (Wody-wody)

You don't understand

You don't really get it

I'm busy stackin' plans, bitch, I do not check the reddit, uh (Wody-wody)

I don't give a fuck, tatted "Don't care" on my knuckles

I was once a young buck, always gettin' into trouble (Wody-wody)

Then I made my dream the point, and I popped the thought bubble

Scared the neighbours once or twice, look at me seein' double (Wody-wody)

Yet they love to tell their friends, but try to act subtle

Now they get to know me, tell their kid to call me uncle (Wody-wody)

I'm just tatted up but humble

Yeah

Platinum plaques, sold-out tours, just some things I juggle

(I stay lowkey but y'all know me)

Russia was the only country I didn't bring any drugs to smuggle

I-I-I-I'ma hustle 'til the dust'll settle, been like that since Russell's (Ayy, ayy)

Leavin' bodies up in blood puddles, since I had stubble

Rami, Shake, Lovell, Germ, Chetta, yeah we always in a huddle (Grey, grey)

Grey*59, we turned the fuckin' underground to a bunch of rubble uh

What?

Anybody got anything else to say?

(Huh?) I didn't think so

Ruby Da fuckin' Cherry got a big heart, yeah (Ayy, ayy), I always flex that muscle

Scrim so stoic (Ayy, ayy), you might be lucky to get a fuckin' chuckle (Wody-wody)

That's my partner (Ayy, ayy), that's my cousin, yeah, our family knows the struggle

Dug our graves together (Ayy, ayy, ayy), and we threw away the fuckin' shovels (Wody-wody)

Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa

Leave your body rottin', lock your soul up in the black abyss

Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows

(Killa, killa, killa, killa)

I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss

Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows